February 22nd, 1919 - Düsseldorf, Germany

Kurt

Kurt froze and his eyes widened in shock. His mind was racing and he felt lightheaded when he realized that this was actually happening.

Blaine's lips were on his. Blaine had his mouth pressing against his own. Blaine was kissing him.

Kurt's mind was reeling at all the emotions running through him, shock, nerves, worry, but mostly Kurt was ecstatic at the change in events. He'd figured that it would take at least a few days to get to the point where they were now but here they were, kissing in the moonlight, after the horrible debacle of his leg suddenly giving out in the midst of their romantic dance.

Kurt finally pulled himself from his thoughts and focused on Blaine's mouth. The British man's lips were firm but soft against his own, sending a happy chill down his spine at the contact and causing his eyes to slip shut. It was a simple kiss; nothing more than lips against lips, but to Kurt, it meant the world. It meant that just maybe he might not have to be alone anymore, that he could be himself even in secret.

Just as Kurt felt bold enough to return Blaine's kiss the other man pulled away, causing Kurt to let out an embarrassing whimper as his eyes slowly fluttered open to see what had caused Blaine to stop kissing him.

"I'm sorry. That was uncalled for-" Blaine sputtered, turning a dark shade of red and looking anywhere but at Kurt. His arm was still holding Kurt upright but his grip had slackened.

"But it wasn't unwelcome." Kurt smiled, and his heart swelled as Blaine looked into his eyes once more.

"It wasn't?" Blaine asked simply, hope etched on his face as his honey eyes stared intently at him.

Shaking his head Kurt grinned. "It wasn't." He assured him as he plucked up the courage to lean in and kiss the man again.

This time when their lips meet Kurt felt an instant feeling of happiness wash over him. Blaine's lips felt perfect against his own, and Blaine's grip on his waist grew stronger as Blaine returned his kiss.

Kurt let out a small happy sound when Blaine became bolder, pressing forward with more force and need. Blaine was an excellent kisser, not that Kurt had much to compare it too. But Kurt knew that Blaine made his heart flutter uncontrollably just from a slight change in pressure on his lips. And when Blaine hesitantly nibbled on Kurt's bottom lip, Kurt let out an embarrassing moan.

Kurt was grateful that Blaine was still holding his weight because he was sure his knees would have given out from under him, if he had to hold himself up on his own. Kurt relaxed into the kiss, ignoring his brain and just feeling.

Blaine was now soothing Kurt's bitten lip with soft kisses, making low sounds. Kurt felt Blaine tighten his hold on his waist, then hesitantly swipe his tongue along Kurt's lips, without even a second thought Kurt let Blaine deepen the kiss with both men groaning.

Before Kurt knew it Blaine was pulling back once more, and Kurt whined as he followed the other man's lips. Blaine chuckled and Kurt finally opened his eyes to take in Blaine's face. He wore an adorable smirk while Kurt tried to catch his breath and slow his beating heart.

"Well- that was-" Blaine mumbled, his grip on Kurt's hips loosening a bit to let Kurt regain his balance.

"Yeah." Kurt breathed, smiling broadly at Blaine's red face. "Yeah, it was."

Smiling, Blaine ducked his head and unwound his arms from around Kurt's waist leaving his hands resting on Kurt's sides, his thumbs rubbing in soft circles. "So, we seem to be on the same page, we both thought it was-"

"Perfect." Kurt hummed, leaning into Blaine and resting his head on the other man's shoulder. He started to sway them to the tranquil music that was softly playing.

"Took the words right out of my mouth." Blaine whispered.

They danced in silence for a short while, reveling in their closeness. Blaine placed soft kisses on Kurt's head and Kurt placed his on the skin of Blaine's neck.

Blaine began to shiver in Kurt's arms and pressed his cold nose into Kurt's hair.

"We should go in." Kurt mumbled, pulling his head up from Blaine's shoulder.

"But I don't want to." Blaine pouted, placing his poor red nose at the warm skin of Kurt's neck.

"Blaine!" Kurt squeaked, laughing when Blaine started to give feather light kisses to his neck. "Blaine, come on- this is not fair!" Kurt whimpered under Blaine's onslaught, but felt more than a bit disappointed when the British man obliged and pulled away to stare into Kurt's eyes.

Sighing, Kurt looked at Blaine's reddened face and he knew that the colour was from the cold. "We should really go in." Kurt paused, reaching up a hand to tap at Blaine's nose. "Your poor nose is frozen."

Blaine shrugged, as he pulled Kurt further into his arms. "I've lived through worse." He stated simply and kissed the tip of Kurt's own red nose.

"We both have." Kurt agreed. "But we don't have to live like that anymore. The war's over, remember?"

"So I've heard." Blaine smirked, running his hands up and down Kurt's sides.

"Come on." Kurt smiled, grabbing Blaine's cold hands in his own to gently pull Blaine towards the glass doors. But Blaine dug in his heels and stayed rooted to the spot, leaving Kurt completely out of his arms, feeling the harsh chill for the first time.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, his eyebrow quirked in question, and wrapped Blaine's jacket closer around his shoulders to block out the cold.

"Please tell me this isn't a dream." Blaine whispered, looking at Kurt with his big hazel eyes so full of emotion that Kurt felt like his heart would burst from the sudden vulnerability Blaine was showing him.

Shaking his head, Kurt slowly walked back towards the other man, lifting his hands to grasp Blaine's cheeks in his palms. "This is not a dream." Kurt assured him, as he leaned down to kiss away the sudden tears that escaped the other man's eyes. "And if it is- well, I must be dreaming too, because this is all I have been hoping for since I saw you in my shell hole-"

Blaine let out a wet laugh. "Your shell hole?"

"Yes, my shell hole." Kurt smiled, relieved to see a smile on Blaine's face again. "Do you need a minute?" Kurt asked, rubbing his thumb over the tear tracks on Blaine's cheeks.

"No, I'm fine. It's just been a long, emotional day." Blaine laughed, pressing a chaste kiss on Kurt's lips. "Nothing a good sleep won't fix."

"Come on then, let's get you home." Kurt smiled, grabbing Blaine's bigger hand in his and pulling him back into the reception hall and out of the cold February wind.

The shock of warm air hitting his cold cheeks when they stepped back into the building was welcome and feeling began to make its way back into Kurt's cold skin. Kurt kept a strong hold on Blaine's chilled hand as they weaved around tables to retrieve Kurt's cane and jacket.

Once there, Kurt reluctantly let go of Blaine's hand and shrugged off the dark gray jacket that Blaine draped over his shoulders to keep him warm. With a shy thank you, Kurt handed it back watching intently as Blaine put on the offered garment, a smile on his lips as he did.

Grudgingly, Kurt pulled his gaze away from Blaine, grabbing his slick black jacket off the back of a chair and slipping into it quickly. Adjusting the fabric comfortably over his shoulders he glanced around for his cane which he didn't see leaning anywhere.

The sound of Blaine clearing his throat brought Kurt's attention to the other man who was holding out Kurt's cane. "Looking for this?" Blaine smiled charmingly.

Nodding, Kurt quickly fastened the buttons on his jacket, and reached for his cane brushing his fingers against Blaine's in silent thanks.

A large grin spread across Blaine's face as he rubbed at the back of his neck, something Kurt was starting to notice was a nervous tick that the British man had. "So, shall we go?" Blaine asked, glancing at Kurt.

"Yeah." Kurt agreed with a shy smile. "I should let someone know we are leaving though-" Kurt thought aloud, looking around the warm room for the balding head of his father.

With a nod of his curly head, Blaine offered his arm to Kurt, which Kurt regretfully ignored.

The deflated look on Blaine's face made Kurt's heart ache, and he felt that he needed to remedy this immediately. Placing his hand on Blaine's bicep, Kurt drew striking hazel eyes to look into his own. "Trust me when I say this." Kurt began, his voice a whisper for only Blaine's ears. "I wish more than anything to be on your arm, but- well not everyone understands. And I don't know what it is like in England but here in Germany it's illegal, homosexuality I mean- I just don't trust everyone in this room-"

"Kurt." Blaine interrupted, a pained smile on his face. "I understand. I wish I didn't but I do understand, it's the same in England." He shrugged. "I just wish we could be as affectionate as every other couple in this room..."

"So do I." Kurt sighed. "But life just isn't fair."

The two men stood in a sober silence for a few minutes lost in their thoughts, Blaine fidgeting with his cuffs again while Kurt held his cane in a painful grip.

"You know-" Blaine whispered, drawing Kurt's gaze back to Blaine's handsome face as he grabbed Kurt's free hand. "Life may not be fair, but we could still try to make the best of it at least." He smiled. "Because nothing they can do is going to make me stop feeling the way I do for you."

Kurt felt like his face would break from how much he was smiling. He looked around the room for a moment and when he was satisfied that no one was looking in their direction, Kurt gave a puzzled looking Blaine a chaste kiss on his lips. "Me too." Kurt whispered, pulling back slightly to see Blaine looking speechless. "Come on, let's get going. I'm sick of having you near me but not being able to do anything about it."

Blaine's mouth dropped open for a moment in shock, but once the words sunk in he grinned like a feral cat. "Yeah, I think we should head back to your place- I mean as long as your hospitality still stands." He added quickly, looking into Kurt's eyes pleadingly.

Chuckling Kurt rolled his eyes leaning forward a bit so that his lips were mere inches from Blaine's. "Of course you are staying with me. I would be utterly upset if you didn't." Kurt pouted, suddenly encouraged from the returning smile on Blaine's handsome face. "But you might want to lose that smile while I talk to my father." Kurt mentioned, grinning as Blaine cocked his head in question, his smile never wavering. "You look like you are about to devour me, and I'm sure that won't get you into my father's good graces."

The other man's smile fell a bit and was replaced with a respectful grin that was so charming Kurt was sure his father would know Kurt was in good hands. Reluctantly, Kurt moved away from Blaine glancing around the room for his father. Catching a glance of a balding head, Kurt led them through the crowd to where his father was sitting.

Kurt watched in amusement as Burt threw his head back to laugh at something that was said at the table he was sitting at. The older man rubbed at his eyes, looking around the room still chuckling, at least until his eyes landed on Kurt's hand clutching Blaine's.

"Your father is going to kill me, isn't he?" Blaine groaned, trying to struggle out of Kurt's hold, which Kurt only tightened out of his own nervousness.

"No he won't kill you-" Kurt said, pausing as he glanced at the man beside him. "Well, at least not now. There are too many witnesses." He joked, noticing the man beside him pale a bit. With a sigh and a roll of his eyes Kurt moved the two of them closer to his father, who by this time was once again engrossed in the conversation around him.

Pausing for a moment behind his father, Kurt listened to the conversation, hearing the men talking about the recent events in the country with the communist worker's councils demonstrating all over Germany, and taking over important political buildings. Waiting politely for a lull in the conversation, Kurt felt Blaine fidgeting beside him, shuffling on his feet and pulling his hand away.

Pitying the other man, whose nerves were becoming very noticeable Kurt interrupted the conversation.

"Dad." Kurt said quietly, forcing the attention of all the men on him.

"Hey Kid." Burt smiled, making quick introductions to the few faces that Kurt didn't recognize.

"I'm sorry to interrupt." Kurt smiled in apology to everyone, then turned to his father. "But I wanted to let you know that I'm heading home."

"Why?" Burt asked suddenly talking in English, his eyes narrowing as they turned to Blaine.

"Because my leg is sore." Kurt sighed, growing frustrated.

"Is he going home with you?" Burt snipped, nodding to Blaine.

Kurt glared at his father who smiled at Blaine's unease. "Yes, Dad, Blaine is coming home with me." Kurt kept going ignoring his father's sudden protests. "And no, he is not staying at a hotel because the poor man has been traveling for days, and he deserves to be in a bed that isn't disgusting-"

"If your father doesn't want me in his home, I'll find a hotel-" Blaine cut in, looking straight at Burt. "I don't mean to impose, sir."

Burt waved his hand at Blaine and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "It's fine son. You can stay with us for the time being." His smile turned fond as he looked over to Kurt. "Kurt has always been a good judge of character. And truthfully, if his leg is bothering him he will need more help than he is willing to admit to make it back to the house. So, make sure my son gets home in one piece."

"Of course, sir." Blaine assured the older man, seeming proud that he had a request from Burt. "I'll take good care of him." Rolling his eyes, Kurt couldn't help but smirk a bit at the double meaning of Blaine's words.

"Well, we better get going then, before my leg seizes up completely." Kurt said, hoping the slight blush on his cheeks could be mistaken for pain. But when his leg started to throb suddenly he knew that they really did have to leave soon before his words became reality.

"Take the main roads." Burt advised. "You never know what might happen anymore with all of this crazy stuff happening lately."

"We will, Dad." Kurt smiled, bidding a quick goodbye to his father's friends then led Blaine towards their coats.

The walk back to the house was quiet and uneventful as the two men walked as briskly as they could towards the Hummel home, their shoulders brushing the entire time.

Once inside, the two men quickly discarded their coats and shoes at the door before running up the stairs to Kurt's bedroom, leaving Kurt's cane behind in the entranceway.

They were laughing breathlessly. Kurt stumbled a number of times as his leg was becoming unbearably sore, but Blaine's strong arms caught him around the waist each time with a kiss to back of his neck, which sent shivers down Kurt's spine.

When they reached the landing at the top of the stairs, Kurt grabbed at Blaine's hand tugging the other man towards his room their nervous giggles continuing when Blaine shut the door behind them.

The two men stood awkwardly for a few moments, their eyes scanning one another. Kurt watched as Blaine leaned against the door, his one hand resting on the knob, while his other hung by his side. Blaine's eyes scanned the room looking around for god only knew what, but Kurt was glad when Blaine's gaze always strayed back to him, where Blaine would look him up and down.

Growing impatient, Kurt plucked up the last of his courage. Taking a calming breath, Kurt walked back towards Blaine, his eyes never wavering from the other man. When he was standing right in front of him, Kurt leaned in and pressed a heated kiss to Blaine's lips.

For a moment Blaine didn't respond, making Kurt feel like he had done something wrong again but Blaine didn't stay frozen long enough for Kurt to pull away. He leaned into the kiss with gusto grabbing at Kurt's hips to pull their bodies closer, causing a slight yelp from Kurt at the sudden movement. Kurt could feel his knees grow weak. Their mouths worked in a steady rhythm that was quickly becoming something Kurt knew he would crave for the rest of his life.

The sudden notion of this being perfect hit Kurt like a freight train. This was what he was always waiting for; this sudden and wonderful connection with another person that could make him swoon, yet made him feel completely whole and content. This scared him. He hardly knew the man that his mouth was glued to but he knew that Blaine was the type of man he had dreamed of since he had figured out that he was gay. What scared him most was the prospect of Blaine leaving him. Kurt knew he was falling fast; whether he knew anything about him or not, he just knew that he wanted to be with him for whatever time he had. So he let his thoughts go for the time being and just relished in the kiss.

Noticing Kurt's enthusiasm, Blaine grew more encouraged to take things further and he licked at Kurt's lips, making Kurt whimper and open his mouth for Blaine. God, if Kurt thought his legs were going to give out before, well, now he was sure of it. He grabbed at Blaine's suit jacket ignoring the fact he was creating wrinkles to ensure that he would stay upright and Blaine willingly took Kurt's weight.

Blaine's sure movements of his tongue sent chills through Kurt's body. It was such an intimate yet intrusive gesture, that Kurt was grateful that Blaine seemed to know what he was doing, because he sure as hell had no idea. But Blaine didn't seem to complain as Kurt followed his lead. Oh no, Blaine seemed quite thrilled at what Kurt was doing with his tongue if the stifled moans coming from his mouth were any indication.

Reluctantly, Kurt pulled away for air, noticing that Blaine was breathing as heavily as he was. Blaine smiled, attempting to pull Kurt in closer so that their chests were flush with one another. "Well, that was- well, I was going to say nice, but that just doesn't seem to cut it." Blaine chuckled, as he slowly led them in a swaying motion towards Kurt's bed.

"Fantastic. I think the word you're looking for is fantastic." Kurt smiled, placing a chaste kiss on Blaine's lips, as he let Blaine move them further into the room.

Blaine shook his head. "Still doesn't seem like a strong enough word to describe this feeling."

"Perfect?" Kurt asked shyly. His nerves suddenly shot to the surface as the back of his knees hit the mattress.

Blaine paused and thought for a moment. When a radiant smile came across his face Kurt felt all of his nerves melt away. He couldn't believe that he had, for even a split second had doubts about not being safe with this man.

"Perfect, is exactly the word I was looking for." Blaine chuckled, kissing Kurt's cheek, and dipping Kurt backwards so they could fall on the bed.

When Blaine's whole body settled on top of him, Kurt couldn't help the little gasp that escaped him when he felt the beginnings of Blaine's arousal against his hip. It was a surprise to Kurt that he was the cause of such a reaction from the other man. It wasn't like he was experienced at the art of kissing or like he was really that special, but Blaine's body seemed to think that Kurt was, well attractive and arousing in some way and Kurt would take it as it came. A whimper escaped Kurt's mouth as Blaine moved his body forward slightly, causing friction on Kurt's crotch, making his eyes roll back in his head.

Blaine mumbled inaudibly against Kurt's neck, placing soft kisses against the sensitive flesh there as he moved off of him, adjusting his body above Kurt's so only their chests and Blaine's lips attached to Kurt's neck were the only parts touching, much to his dismay. But that didn't last long as Blaine's mouth started to explore the expanse of his neck.

Letting out a moan, Kurt leaned his head to the side to let Blaine have full access to the pale skin of his neck. The British man's mouth was talented, to say the least; he worked between licking and nipping lightly at the sensitive skin.

Kurt loved the feeling of being worshiped and the pure euphoria he was feeling and he began to get lightheaded from the blood rushing south.

Kurt froze, his eyes flying open as the situation dawned on him. He was hard, and obviously so was Blaine since he began to rut against Kurt's inner thigh. This was all new and frightening to him, but dear god, he didn't want Blaine to stop what he was doing. He never wanted him to stop but some part of his brain that was being pushed back knew that was unrealistic and horribly unproductive.

Moving lower, Blaine's lips dusted lightly against his skin. So light that Kurt had to hold in a laugh. Of course, Blaine took the slight sound that came from Kurt as an oh-my-god-do-that-again noise, a task that he vigorously accepted. Fighting the urge to laugh, Kurt squirmed a bit under Blaine's attention, hoping that his movements would somehow dislodge Blaine from the ticklish spot. But Kurt had no such luck; instead Blaine kept going, nipping at the sensitive spot, while Kurt moaned embarrassingly when his achingly hard cock rubbed against Blaine's hip.

Blaine's hand was starting to move down, dragging across his clothed chest and starting to fumble with the buttons of Kurt's dress shirt. A strangled groan escaped Blaine, as he finally moved his kisses towards Kurt's Adam's apple and worked to loosen the tie around Kurt's neck.

Blaine jerked his hips again, but this time the movement was more forceful and needy, causing Kurt to go rigid under Blaine.

Kurt felt his heart speed up as panic coursed through his body, his mind was finally catching up with what was happening in the fog of pleasure and it was slightly terrifying. As much as he wanted to be as close as possible to Blaine, he couldn't. Not now, soon hopefully, but not now. For one he hardly knew anything about the man and for another he was so not ready for this step. He wanted to get to know Blaine, fall in love, go on a date at least before falling between the covers with the same man that tried to kill him. It was the least he should do before he had sex with him; Kurt had some morals for god's sake.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked quietly, his voice husky yet concerned, breaking Kurt from his frantic thoughts. "Are you alright?" He continued while he brushed callused fingers across Kurt's neck soothingly, shifting his body so that he was no longer pressing into Kurt.

Nodding, Kurt looked into Blaine's kind hazel eyes. "I'm sorry." Kurt mumbled, turning his head away from Blaine's intense stare to look at the illuminated lamp post outside his window, fighting back the hint of tears prickling at the back of his eyes.

"Hey." Blaine cooed, gently moving Kurt's face to look back at him. His face softened as Kurt was sure he saw his watery eyes. "Oh, Kurt." Blaine said, placing gentle kisses on Kurt's forehead. "What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry." Kurt sniffled, cursing himself quietly for the tears that were managing to escape. "I'm just- I- We know nothing about each other, and here we are in my bed-"

"Oh, god. I went too far, didn't I?" Blaine asked soberly and climbed off of Kurt, sitting cross legged with his back now to Kurt. Groaning, Blaine dropped his face in his hands, mumbling under his breath about being a horrible person.

Leaning on one elbow Kurt hesitantly put a hand on the other man's shoulder. "It's not-"

"I am such a fucking git!" Blaine exclaimed, turning to look at Kurt, the hint of angry tears in his eyes. "I can't believe I pushed you like that."

Kurt sat stunned and a little confused. "Okay, first off, Blaine, calm down." Kurt smiled as he leaned in to place a sweet kiss on Blaine's lips. "None of this is your fault. It's just- I think we are going a little too fast with all of this. And, of course, it dawned on me at the worst time ever." He mumbled the last part, earning the barest hint of a smile from Blaine.

"But I did push you too far-"

"No. No, Blaine, you didn't. It's just that all of this is new to me, and I honestly think that a part of me is ready for everything with you. But the rational side of my brain is telling me that we need to slow down a bit, even though I really wish we wouldn't." Kurt paused, looking intently at Blaine, hoping that the other man understood to some extent.

Smiling, Blaine pulled Kurt in for a kiss. "The rational part of your brain is probably right."

"That's what I was dreading." Kurt pouted, smiling as he heard Blaine chuckle. "I'm sorry, I ruined an intimate moment."

"Hey, if I did nothing wrong then you sure as hell didn't." Blaine assured him and pulled Kurt into a hug. "You are completely right, we know nothing about each other and we are taking this a little fast. So, you have nothing to worry about."

Nodding, Kurt snuggled into Blaine's warm embrace brushing his nose in the crook of Blaine's neck, inhaling Blaine's unique scent. Kurt was sure he would never really understand why this man was so understanding and insanely kind to him when all Kurt was doing was causing the man unbelievable amounts of stress and sexual frustration.

With a content sigh Kurt thought back to his earlier confusion. "Blaine?" Kurt asked, smiling as the other man hummed and pulled him in tighter. "What does git mean?" The foreign word feeling odd on his tongue.

"Oh, umm, well, it means an idiot."

Reaching out to place both hands on Blaine's cheeks, Kurt pulled his head down for a forceful kiss. "You are not an idiot." Kurt said firmly, searching Blaine's eyes for any indication that he thought otherwise. "I mean, how on earth could you have known that I have about as much sexual experience as a baby penguin?"

"A baby penguin?" Blaine laughed, raising a triangular eyebrow.

"Oh, shut up." Kurt said, pushing Blaine's face away as he struggled out of Blaine's grasp. A small smile on his face as Blaine held him tighter, placing kisses to any piece of skin he could reach.

Giving up on trying to escape from Blaine's hold, Kurt leaned his back against the other man's chest. They sat like that for a few minutes, Kurt loving the sound and feel of Blaine breathing next to him.

"So, what do you mean like a baby penguin?" Blaine asked quietly, as he shuffled them so his back was resting against the wall.

"I'm horribly inexperienced in anything sexual." Kurt flushed, sure that Blaine could feel the heat coming from his skin. "I mean my first and only kiss with a boy was with Noah." Kurt continued not noticing how Blaine froze.

"Wait. Your first kiss was with your sister's husband?" Blaine asked his voice slightly higher than usual.

Kurt rolled his eyes, twisting his neck so he could look at Blaine, who looked completely shocked. "Oh, calm down, it was before Lena and Noah were together. So, you have nothing to worry about."

"What happened?" Blaine asked curiously.

Kurt shrugged, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder. "It wasn't anything special if that's what you are asking."

"We need to get to know each other better, you said so yourself." Blaine said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Of course you are going to use that against me now, aren't you?" Kurt mumbled, lacing his fingers into Blaine's.

"Naturally." Blaine chuckled, placing a kiss on the top of Kurt's head.

Kurt sighed, smiling as he retold the story. "Dad had a new boy working at the shop. He was a year or two older than Noah and I and, well, he was rather handsome. I started to just follow him around like a lovesick puppy. Started to have daydreams about him, about him and I having a family, growing old together, those kind of thoughts and it was then that I really realized that all those ‘odd' feelings I was having towards men before was just who I was. So, I told Dad and he thought nothing of it. He just said that he knew I was always different and that I couldn't tell anyone I didn't trust completely about me being gay.

"I eventually told Noah. I trust him with my life, I always have. He looks out for me as much as I look out for him; and he asked me how I knew I was gay. And I wasn't entirely sure so he suggested that we kiss, that way I would know I was gay. So, we did."

"And did that prove to you, you were gay?" Blaine asked.

"It proved to Noah I was gay." Kurt laughed. "I always knew, but I guess it reaffirmed it for me. So, what about you?" Kurt asked, glancing up at Blaine.

"Oh, no. This is not the time for us to be having that kind of story." Blaine says, his voice going a bit panicked.

"And why not?" Kurt jested, hoping that he could convince the other man for a story.

"Because it's not the happiest of stories."

Kurt stopped, his mind racing to the other times Blaine had said similar words earlier that night. "Why is it you never really seem to have happy stories?" Kurt asked sadly, tracing his thumb over the skin on Blaine's hand.

"Not all of them." Blaine shrugged, maneuvering a bit to kiss Kurt's cheek. "Just some of the major moments in my life it seems."

Frowning, Kurt placed his cheek against Blaine's. "Well, that's not fair."

"It's not." Blaine agreed. "But there is one recent major moment in my life that has been most enjoyable."

"And what would that be?" Kurt asked, suddenly intrigued.

"Well, one was when you fell into my shell hole-"

"Oh no, you don't. It was my shell hole. I was in there first, you came in after me; which means it is MY shell hole you fell in." Kurt said sternly, smiling as he lightly hit Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine laughed, pulling his knees up to rest on either side of Kurt. "We will have to agree to disagree. Now, do you want to hear another happy moment in my life? Or shall we still keep arguing about whose shell hole it really was?"

Kurt shut up immediately, placing a quick kiss to Blaine's scruffy cheek as he waited patiently for the next story.

"It was when I finally decided I would come find you, and I did." Blaine said simply.

Kurt waited for a few moments, expecting Blaine to continue, but he didn't.

"You are the worst story teller!" Kurt exclaimed, chuckling as Blaine wore a smug grin.

"I'm a wonderful storyteller. I'm just better at writing things." Blaine pouted, jutting his lip out a bit.

"So I have read." Kurt smiled.

Blaine raised an eyebrow in question, looking very confused as to when Kurt could have had the time to read any of his work.

"When we were in my shell hole." Kurt explained, seeing recognition dawn on Blaine's face.

"That's right." Blaine smiled. "You did get to see some of it in my shell hole."

"Oh, for the love of god! It was MY shell hole and if you know what is good for you, you will learn to always agree with me." Kurt chuckled, pushing off of Blaine so he could get a better look at him.

Blaine was smiling sweetly, his eye's shining with laughter as he still held tightly to Kurt's hand. "And where might you be going?" He asked.

"I was thinking we should get out of these clothes before they wrinkle. Especially you, since that suit is meant for a client." Kurt said, giving Blaine a chaste kiss and a wink.

Kurt moved stiffly off of the bed toward his pajamas that he had folded on his work chair. His back was facing Blaine when he took off his jacket he draped the garment on the back of the chair, he quickly untied his tie placing it on his jacket. Kurt froze as he went to start on the buttons of his dress shirt, and found the majority of them open, causing him to flush.

He turned to look at Blaine. "You did part of my job for me." He said as he gestured to his state of undress, his cheeks flaring in embarrassment.

Blaine smiled smugly and continued to lounge on Kurt's bed, a fixture that Kurt was planning on keeping there for a long time. "Do you have any pajamas?" He asked, since Blaine was not moving towards his duffel bag.

The British man looked like he was in thought for a moment, then he grinned. "I do, but I'm not sure where they are."

"I have another pair in my dresser, in the bottom drawer." Kurt informed him while he busied himself with getting into his own pair of gray cotton pajamas. He fought with himself to not look over his shoulder to watch Blaine undress and he was very proud of himself that he was able to resist. Only keeping his eyes on the task at hand, and hanging up his suit on one of the racks he had lined against the wall.

When he was done Kurt turned slowly to see if Blaine was dressed. He looked absolutely adorable and a little delectable in Kurt's dark blue cotton pajamas. Kurt fought to keep those thoughts at bay since he had been the one to ruin their earlier endeavors. The cloth was tight against his shoulders, snug at his butt, and a good three inches too long on the shorter man.

"So, I think I'm just not having any luck with clothes lately." Blaine joked, throwing his arms up in mock desperation.

"You look fine Blaine. The cuffs need to be rolled a bit but nothing too horrible." Kurt smiled as he took the suit Blaine was handing over to him to hang up.

Kurt quickly hung up the garment, working out the larger wrinkles and making a mental note that he would have to clean the suit before he gave it to Joshua's mother.

When he was finished he turned on his heal and froze at the sight in front of him. Blaine was sitting on the edge of the bed, one foot on the floor and the other on the mattress as he rolled the cuffs of the navy pants. It was something out of one of Kurt's daydreams; Blaine looked like he belonged here resting on his bed, lost in his thoughts, looking so charming. Blaine looked up when he had finished with the cuffs a content smile on his face as he locked eyes on Kurt.

He climbed back into the bed settling against the pillows. "You coming?" Blaine asked and opened his arms in invitation, before lowering the flame in the kerosene lamp on Kurt's night table.

Kurt nodded and limped over to the bed, crawling up the green sheets and curling into Blaine's warm arms. When Kurt was settled Blaine reached over to the lamp and brought them into darkness.

"It's starting to get a bit chilly." Blaine mentioned and tugged Kurt closer to warm himself.

"I could boil some water for the hot water bottles." Kurt said as he made to move, but was held back by Blaine's arms.

"No need, we'll just climb under the covers and keep each other warm." He smiled shuffling the two of them so that they could get under the covers.

Once they were settled Kurt snuggled close to Blaine lying on his side. "So, I should tell you something before I forget."

Blaine nodded as he placed a hand on Kurt's hip, rubbing soft calming circles onto his side.

"My family doesn't know about how we meet." Kurt said quietly, watching Blaine for a reaction.

"That doesn't seem like such a horrible thing."

"I just don't know how to explain all of this to them-"

"We'll figure it out together." Blaine smiled, pulling Kurt in close so that their chests were touching and Kurt's head was pillowed on his shoulder.

With a sigh of relief, Kurt nodded; it was nice to know that he was no longer alone and that someone was there to help him explain all of what happened. Kurt was sure his family would be completely surprised and maybe a little hostile to Blaine once they knew all of the details but Kurt knew that with Blaine by his side he could handle almost anything. But at this moment, he couldn't care less about explaining himself to his family because he was in the warm embrace of a handsome man who cared about him. And he sure as hell wasn't going to let his family somehow ruin his budding relationship.

Letting out a contented sigh, Kurt snuggled into Blaine's embrace listening to the calming and steady beat of his heart. Kurt muffled a yawn and, feeling utterly content, let the sound of Blaine's heart lull him to sleep.

"G'night Kurt." Blaine whispered into the darkness.

"Night." Kurt mumbled, sleep already taking him into the best rest he had ever had since before the war.